you naked and on my bed in fifteen minutes.”
Chapter Seven
It was time.
I took my time climbing the stairs, wanting to prolong the moment. I left Apollo outside the door and stepped into the candlelit
room. Abigail waited for me on the bed. Naked, just as I’d asked.
I’d realized early in the week I wouldn’t be able to take her the first time without covering her eyes. It would be too much—I
would give something away. Nor did I want her to touch me. Again, it would be too intimate. I needed to take her bound first,
to allow myself to grow accustomed to her body. There would be time later for her to touch me. To watch me.
Her eyes followed me as I approached the bed, and I knew I’d made the right decision. I walked to the edge of the bed and
lifted a shackle. Her eyes grew wide and, for a second, it appeared as if she would turn and leave the room.
Something inside told her this was wrong, that she should not be allowing me to do this. But the bigger part of her knew what
she wanted and she let that side of herself win.
“I wasn’t going to do this tonight,” I said as I bound her spread-eagle to the bed, “but I can see you still don’t understand
completely. You are mine, and you are to do and behave as I tell you. The next time you speak disrespectfully to me, I will
spank you. Nod if you understand.”
It seemed as good a reason as any to bind and blindfold her, and I really meant the part about spanking her. I’d let her slide
too many times as it was.
She nodded in agreement, and a faint smile crossed her face.
“My last submissive could make me climax three times a night.” I wanted Abigail to outdo her. “I want to try for four. And
I want you totally at my mercy.”
I drew a black scarf from my pocket, and again the internal battle raged behind her brown eyes.
Trust me.
I covered her eyes and stepped back.
She’d just allowed me, an almost perfect stranger, to tie her up and blindfold her. She was offering herself to me in the
most intimate way there was. She trusted me.
I didn’t deserve her trust.
My eyes swept over her naked form. I wanted to make it good for her, to give her what she wanted. What she’d been searching
for.
I undid my zipper, and my erection sprang free. Damn, I was so hard, it hurt.
I climbed up on the bed and sat beside her. She was mine to touch now. We were both ready. Finally. I placed my hands on her
shoulders, noting the way her heart beat. Rapid.
Exactly like mine.
I dragged my fingertips down her sides, running along the outer edges of her breasts, bringing my hands back together at her
belly. So much better than last week. I had been limited then by her sitting down in the bathrobe, but now . . . now she was
spread naked before me.
I let one finger skim her pussy—she was already wet. “How long has it been, Abigail?” How long since another man claimed what
was now mine? “Answer me.”
I brought my finger to my lips and tasted her.
So sweet. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and taste her completely, and I would have, but my cock had other plans.
“Three years.”
Three years?
Shit. No wonder she felt so tight. I slipped a finger into her again and leaned in to whisper, “You’re not ready yet. You
need to be ready, or else I won’t be able to ride you as hard as I want.”
I took a deep breath and lowered myself to her, allowed myself to taste her neck. Her skin was smooth against my mouth. I
parted my lips and nibbled down to her collarbone. The candlelight winked off the diamonds on her collar and I pushed it out
of the way to swirl my tongue around the hollow of her throat. I went lower, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest,
how her breasts pushed upward, nipples hard. I kissed my way to one breast, circling the nipple.
Oh, God. Her taste.
I sucked at her breast, drawing her into my mouth, enjoying the way she filled me.
Mm.
I licked her nipple, flicked my tongue over
Chapter Seven
It was time.
I took my time climbing the stairs, wanting to prolong the moment. I left Apollo outside the door and stepped into the candlelit
room. Abigail waited for me on the bed. Naked, just as I’d asked.
I’d realized early in the week I wouldn’t be able to take her the first time without covering her eyes. It would be too much—I
would give something away. Nor did I want her to touch me. Again, it would be too intimate. I needed to take her bound first,
to allow myself to grow accustomed to her body. There would be time later for her to touch me. To watch me.
Her eyes followed me as I approached the bed, and I knew I’d made the right decision. I walked to the edge of the bed and
lifted a shackle. Her eyes grew wide and, for a second, it appeared as if she would turn and leave the room.
Something inside told her this was wrong, that she should not be allowing me to do this. But the bigger part of her knew what
she wanted and she let that side of herself win.
“I wasn’t going to do this tonight,” I said as I bound her spread-eagle to the bed, “but I can see you still don’t understand
completely. You are mine, and you are to do and behave as I tell you. The next time you speak disrespectfully to me, I will
spank you. Nod if you understand.”
It seemed as good a reason as any to bind and blindfold her, and I really meant the part about spanking her. I’d let her slide
too many times as it was.
She nodded in agreement, and a faint smile crossed her face.
“My last submissive could make me climax three times a night.” I wanted Abigail to outdo her. “I want to try for four. And
I want you totally at my mercy.”
I drew a black scarf from my pocket, and again the internal battle raged behind her brown eyes.
Trust me.
I covered her eyes and stepped back.
She’d just allowed me, an almost perfect stranger, to tie her up and blindfold her. She was offering herself to me in the
most intimate way there was. She trusted me.
I didn’t deserve her trust.
My eyes swept over her naked form. I wanted to make it good for her, to give her what she wanted. What she’d been searching
for.
I undid my zipper, and my erection sprang free. Damn, I was so hard, it hurt.
I climbed up on the bed and sat beside her. She was mine to touch now. We were both ready. Finally. I placed my hands on her
shoulders, noting the way her heart beat. Rapid.
Exactly like mine.
I dragged my fingertips down her sides, running along the outer edges of her breasts, bringing my hands back together at her
belly. So much better than last week. I had been limited then by her sitting down in the bathrobe, but now . . . now she was
spread naked before me.
I let one finger skim her pussy—she was already wet. “How long has it been, Abigail?” How long since another man claimed what
was now mine? “Answer me.”
I brought my finger to my lips and tasted her.
So sweet. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and taste her completely, and I would have, but my cock had other plans.
“Three years.”
Three years?
Shit. No wonder she felt so tight. I slipped a finger into her again and leaned in to whisper, “You’re not ready yet. You
need to be ready, or else I won’t be able to ride you as hard as I want.”
I took a deep breath and lowered myself to her, allowed myself to taste her neck. Her skin was smooth against my mouth. I
parted my lips and nibbled down to her collarbone. The candlelight winked off the diamonds on her collar and I pushed it out
of the way to swirl my tongue around the hollow of her throat. I went lower, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest,
how her breasts pushed upward, nipples hard. I kissed my way to one breast, circling the nipple.
Oh, God. Her taste.
I sucked at her breast, drawing her into my mouth, enjoying the way she filled me.
Mm.
I licked her nipple, flicked my tongue over
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